At night, she lay awake
and thought of a sunbeam
drifting across the wooden floor
from the open window
which she had drawn open
Tag: sleep
Insomnia
bleary-eyed afternoon;
my morning after
a fitful night
Cloistered
the privacy of a room
is not enough for those
who wish a canopy
above their beds
Nap
mid-afternoon
but the bed
no less inviting
Asking Ouroboros
A collaborative poem between me and Benjamin from The Breakdown of Taboo. Benjamin was also another early writer I discovered on WordPress. He also posted the poem to his site so please visit for more of his thought-provoking poetry!
Regret is like a nightmare:
It grows in the darkness
While suffocating sleep
With its shadowy hands
Its creeping fingers cross
My bed’s threshold
And smothers me
With fatigue and heaviness
Dragging the best parts of me back into the past
But leaving the worst parts of me for the present
Is this feeling a sickness born of my heart?
Or a ghost haunting my memory?
Turning such thoughts in my head
Turning the covers as umbras twist
And I, myself, lost among the thorny bramble
I dare to whisper words aloud:
Always the same words
Always the same answer
Insomnia
My lover Sleep spurns my bed;
She has gone to romp in moonlit meadows
Casting her beguiling arms around whoever
May find her on the way
Gold
Gold on gold
Sleeping lions lie
On the Serengeti
Stone Sentry
In the tingling cold
The lion’s mane
Grows large and bold
Coated by a gentle snow
His stone façade
Becomes a show
Of tranquil night
And calming deep
A vigilant guard, at last
Asleep
Vampire
A Nightmare roosts on the bed post
Its sickle-shaped wings folded in repose
Waiting for evening to draw its curtain
And the sleeper to lay her head
Worry
A night of tossing, turning
Over the pea beneath the mattress
Over choices which don’t fit quite right
Brings dark circles
And a dawn slept through
RED GLADIOLA 